Turmoil

Chapter one

A faint noise: that’s what wakes me up from unconsciousness. It gets louder and I notice they're footsteps. I strain to open my eyes but when I see something besides darkness I know my vision is coming back. The noise stops once my vision gets back to normal. I notice two guys looking down at me. One of them has short brown hair with piercing green eyes and the other has blonde hair with brown eyes. They both look my age.

Right when I’m about to greet them, they both pull out guns; aiming at me. I widen my eyes and start crawling backwards, trying to get away from them. My hand touches a nail and I stop. I look over at it and then notice something.

Something is off.

I look up and gasp. Everything is destroyed. Buildings torn in fifty different sections, some of them even burnt. I then do a three sixty.

It looks destroyed. What happened? I don’t remember anything! I don’t remember this. Not this. I don’t know what I remember. What’s the matter with me!?

I then notice something that scars my eyes. My heart drops with my memory as I see people laying on the ground abrasion faced, bruised bodies, and blood laying on them like a blanket of flowers.

I stare at a ragged man. He has cuts and abrasions on his face... more towards his eyes. He has grey hair, wrinkled pale skin, and no shoes on. You could tell that behind the pale, cut, wrinkled skin you could see wisdom. Looking at his worn feet you can decipher he has worked a lot of days, walked a lot of miles, and fought a lot of battles. By his clothes you can tell he wasnt affluent. They were ragged. They were also torn, and burned. You could easily tell he was a wise man. He was a wise man that lost his life, but …why? How?

"What happened?" I ask in a low whisper.

I stare at the wise, old man and then look at other bodies. They all either have the same wisdom or they have a cold heart. Even if they did have a cold heart they shouldn't die. A cold heart isn’t permanent. Someone with a good heart and soul can fix it. It seems like it was too late. Death is permanent. At least the good soles went to a better place.

Someone clears their throat and I turn and face the two guys. They both look uncertain. They look hesitant... not for long. The brown haired one then points his gun back at me. I didn't even notice they put their guns down. Terror engulfs me and I then realize that the blanket of flowers will also be laid over me. I will have the pale, frigid face that the bodies around me have. I will be them... lifeless.

"Please don’t" I beg. My voice comes out hoarse and raspy. I then clear my throat.

"Please" I say... my voice coming back.

"Who are you?" He asks. His voice sounds like melting chocolate. It is deep…not too deep; Just right.

I think for a second. Who am I?? Then my name pops up in my head, "Emerson"

"Emerson Gane" I repeat but with my surname.

They just stare at me. Their faces are unreadable. They don’t say anything so I speak up.